Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 10 Some foods shouldn’t exist!
Of course, what Sheila said was unrealistic.
Even if Goethe really wanted to become the 'Northern Secret Keeper Branch Chief', it was not enough for Credor and his men to get into trouble. The reinforcements sent by the 'Secret Keeper' must also get into trouble.
Then, he turned the tide.
This is just a tiny chance.
However, if it was Scrooge...
It is one hundred percent!
The other party was previously the 'Northern Secret Keeper Branch Chief'!
Now that things have happened suddenly, it is only natural that the other party will lead the 'Keeper of the North' again.
"That is to say..."
"The 'Secret Keepers' in the North are almost all wiped out?"
Goethe frowned.
He knew that being a "Secret Keeper" was a dangerous job. Both Morey and Mrs. Pence had told him about it. But why did he feel that the level of danger faced by "Secret Keepers" had skyrocketed since he joined?
"What on earth does 'Scrooge K.' want to do?"
"As for the 'Mad King's Legacy' alone..."
"It's not necessary to make such a big fuss."
Goethe thought.
It's not that Goethe is belittling himself, but if the other party really wants clues about the "Mad King's Legacy", the action should only target him.
But now?
But it involves the "Secret Keeper" of the entire North.
And, this is just the beginning!
What's next?
Who could it be?
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
"Master Goethe, we're at the telegraph office!"
The driver informed Goethe.
When they came out of the castle, the old butler arranged a carriage for them, and Goethe did not refuse.
The driver was a middle-aged man with a gun.
After opening the door, he stood aside respectfully.
Goethe nodded and walked quickly into the telegraph office.
It was near noon and there were not many people in the telegraph office.
Goethe walked to the counter carrying his cash box.
He needed to send a telegram somewhere.
That was the transit station of the "Secret Keeper", and the news would be transmitted to "Bode" at the fastest speed - Goethe did not expect to do anything with the news.
If you really do this, you will be courting death!
He was sure that the news in the telegraph office could not be hidden from the Grand Duke Scrooge.
He would tell the other party everything here as he was instructed.
But this does not mean that Goethe did nothing.
He also has a trump card!
Goethe, who had just walked to the counter, suddenly frowned.
"Hello, where is the bathroom?"
Goethe inquired.
"Go straight ahead. At the end of the corridor, on the right."
The young man standing at the counter enthusiastically showed Goethe the way.
"grateful."
Goethe nodded and went into the bathroom carrying the cash box.
After confirming that there was no one in the bathroom, Goethe chose the innermost cubicle as usual.
After entering, he locked the door and took out his 'Pendulum' first.
The 'Pendulum' with a gold gram as a pendant.
'Is this safe?'
The pendulum didn't move at all.
'Scrooge has ill will towards me?'
The pendulum still did not move.
'Kredor has ill will towards me?'
The pendulum still didn't move.
There is no doubt that the richness of the mystery and the extraordinary prosperity made it impossible for a "half-baked" like him to divine anything of value.
Goethe knew the result but refused to give up until he tried. He sighed slightly and looked at the "Ring of the Mad King" in his hand.
He is too weak!
In the current situation, even if four copies of [Bloody Honor] were unexpectedly obtained, it would still not be enough!
He needs more!
At least, he doesn't want to be 'broken at the slightest touch'.
Apart from anything else, the power and physical strength of 'Archduke Scrooge' and 'the Archduke's Eldest Son' alone were enough to make Goethe feel overwhelmed.
And 'Secret Realm' is the first choice!
As for the reason for leaving for an hour?
Goethe had planned it long ago!
Attacked!
He was attacked as soon as he entered the bathroom, but the other party did not really hurt him. He just kept "beating circles" with him, "delaying time" and "bluffing him for information about the Mad King's legacy" - Goethe had even thought about what kind of expression to use.
The words must be implicit.
It must make people think.
And then?
Just let the Duke Scrooge do his thing.
Goethe believed that the other side must have a very suitable imaginary enemy.
Thinking of this, Goethe took action immediately.
After leaving a bundle of ignited bombs in the bathroom, Goethe slipped out holding the [Shadow Snake Dagger].
A few seconds later—
boom!
There was an explosion.
Fire and debris.
The burst water pipe squirted water.
The middle-aged driver who brought Goethe here rushed in first, but the entire telegraph office was in a panic, with staff and customers screaming and running around.
Several security guards shouted loudly, but to no avail.
Goethe took advantage of the chaos and left the telegraph office.
At a very fast speed, he entered a secluded alley.
The next moment, it disappeared.
…
The burning and dazzling feeling made Goethe subconsciously raise his hands to cover his eyes, but the stench that followed made him quickly open his eyes.
This is... a garbage dump?!
Goethe blinked to make sure he was not mistaken.
Used car tires, broken bathtubs and toilets, rusty tableware and various tattered packaging boxes were piled up in front of him like a mountain. He was wearing something like a gas mask, worn-out overalls, and thick gloves, and was standing in front of the pile of garbage with a shovel in his hand.
What made him feel burning and blinding was the incinerator that was turned on nearby.
A raging flame was burning inside, and the garbage debris was quickly turning into ashes.
I am garbage...
Just as Goethe confirmed his identity, a loud shout came from above his head.
"Rubbish old man!"
“Don’t be lazy!”
"Burn everything that can be burned!"
"Otherwise you won't have any food today!"
A menacing man was standing on a high place and yelling at Goethe.
This is not only true for Goethe, but also for the rest of the people.
It was not until this time that Goethe discovered that besides him, there were twenty-seven other people who were similar to him, and they were working hard to pick out the garbage and shovel it into the incinerator.
But isn’t this incinerator a bit too big?
Goethe checked while pretending to sort out the trash.
The incinerator is hundreds of meters high, but has only a small entrance. The flame inside emits high temperature and jumps constantly. There is also a winding pipe on it leading to deeper inside.
Goethe's perception, which is four times that of an ordinary person, allows him to clearly discern that the heat generated by the combustion is then supplied upwards.
At the same time, there was a faint clanging sound of metal pistons turning.
"Is this an alternative 'steam engine'?"
Goethe guessed at the garbage incinerator in front of him.
At this moment, a slight warm feeling came from the 'Ring of the Mad King'.
[Entering the 'secret realm', judging...]
[Holding the 'secret key', the judgment passed! ]
[The original owner of the 'Secret Realm' has died, judging...]
[Determined to be dead! 】
[The new holder will start over with a new identity! ]
…
[Background: A sudden robbery not only caused you to lose your "town", but also made you a prisoner of the victor. Your property naturally became the spoils of the victor. After being confirmed to be worthless, you were thrown to the bottom and had to do hard labor in exchange for a chance to survive...]
[Main Mission: Rebuild your 'town' within three months! (Progress: 0%)]
[Get a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will automatically be restored when leaving the secret realm]
(Note 1: When you complete the main quest, you will leave the 'secret realm' safely)
(Note 2: If you fail to complete the main quest within three months, you will lose one-fifth of your flesh and blood before you can leave the 'secret realm')
…
The words before my eyes began to appear.
But this time, there is no corresponding memory.
"It seems to be more difficult than the previous two times?"
While Goethe was guessing, he avoided the sight of people from high places and began to check his equipment and props.
[Unknown Cry], [Shadow Snake Dagger], and [Thunder Fists] are all here.
Almost instinctively, Goethe released the [Spirit of Blood Crow], hoping to know more about the environment he was in.
At this time——
“Dinner is ready!”
"You old rubbish!"
"Thank you for your kindness!"
"It is their kindness that gives you the right to live!"
"Otherwise you would have become fuel long ago!"
The overseer above shouted loudly.
Then, he threw down pieces of things that looked like energy bars.
Not more, not less, exactly twenty-eight yuan.
There was no packaging, it just fell to the ground.
However, the others did not have any complaints and immediately ran towards the food.
Moreover, no one takes more than one piece, just one piece per person.
Following the others, Goethe picked up one of the pieces - no one knew better than Goethe how to survive in an unfamiliar environment.
Even without his memory, Goethe was absolutely certain.
After all, no one would care about a slave-like captive.
Just like everyone else...
Um?!
What's this?!
Goethe looked at the white 'energy bar' in his hand, the six intact cockroaches inside, and the people around him who were silently eating the 'cockroach energy bar'. He fell into deep thought.
"A bunch of useless old rubbish!"
“Eat quickly!”
“Don’t stop!”
"Who allowed you to stop eating?"
The supervisor above my head continued to yell.
Then, the other party slowly spread out a dining table on the platform, put a juicy steak sprinkled with black pepper sauce, and took out white bread and half a bottle of wine from the basket on the side.
The supervisor shook out his napkin, tucked it into his collar, picked up his knife and fork, and began to taste his lunch.
From beginning to end, the foreman did not notice a figure slowly approaching behind him.
The sharp blade in the opponent's hand was shining coldly.
As the overseer was about to cut the steak , the sharp blade pierced his heart from behind.
The supervisor, whose mouth was covered, died without even uttering a scream.
None of the coolies below saw this scene.
They were all eating 'cockroach energy bars'.
Because, even when you are eating, you can't stop working.
Goethe saw it clearly.
He silently threw the "cockroach energy bar" into the stove and hid aside quietly.
